Jealous

To The Lady on the Train,

Yes I am jealous.

I am jealous of the way your shirt clings to your body.

I am jealous of the way your dress swings from your hips when you move.

I am jealous of the breeze that brushes past your skin.

I am jealous of the sheets that you lay on as you dream.

And I am jealous of the moon,

Even with all this distance,

there he is to watch you sleep

And I am jealous of the sun,

there she is to watch you wake,

and greet you every morning.

While all I can do is whisper to the stars how they can never be you.

The Man in the Station